Occupy the hero CP position

"Brother An, brother An, wake up, school is over!"

"What the hell did you do yesterday? Why can't you wake me up?"

"Watching a movie? Or is there too much X hahahaha?"

Two or three bad friends gathered together, around the boy at the table, making harmless jokes.

And the protagonist in the conversation is lying on the table at this moment, frowning tightly, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and his body under the black coat is trembling non-stop. Although it is subtle, it shows that he is trapped in a nightmare pain of.

The three of them looked at each other, and one of the boys with short hair stretched out his hand hesitantly, and stopped suddenly when his hand fell on the right side of the boy's face. After both of them nodded, they continued to stretch forward, and then slapped each other's cheeks twice.

"what!"

The boy in black suddenly opened his eyes, accompanied by a yell of fear.

"Brother An, you scared us to death!"

"What's going on? You can have nightmares in the classroom?"

The voice lingered in his ears, but the boy turned a deaf ear and did not respond.

In the eyes of others, the boy's entire expression is dull at the moment, his eyes are dull, and his complexion is still a little pale.

"Brother An, are you okay?...Hello? You should answer, Fu Ming'an!"

No matter how anxious they were, Fu Ming'an did not respond to this.He suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if trying to wipe something away from his eyes, one hand was tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, and his breathing was a little short of breath.

Soon, the boy's voice sounded, with a slightly deep and cold tone, "Sorry, I just had a nightmare and I need to slow down. You guys go back first."

"Brother An, are you really all right?"

Fu Ming'an put down his hands, raised his head, and looked at the three of them: "Well, it will be fine after a while."

"Okay, see you next week. Brother An, let's go first, call us if you need anything."

After all the people in the classroom had left, Fu Ming'an grabbed the schoolbag beside him and got up from his seat at the same time.

He walked down the stairs, step by step very heavy.When passing by the blackboard, he stopped suddenly, and his eyes swept over the line of writing on the blackboard.

――What is the concept of time?

Fu Ming'an lowered his eyes, and the doubt that flashed in his eyes was quickly replaced by indifference. He slowly retracted his gaze, and walked out with long legs.

Today is Friday, the afternoon class is over, and it is another wonderful weekend.

But it was this coming weekend that left him breathless.

In a certain villa area, a villa building located on the most edge is also the most expensive.

The moment the phone rang, the man on the sofa came to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The man raised his hand to touch his waist, but there was nothing there. He was stunned for a while, and soon realized that he had arrived in a new plane.

And the wine gourd on his waist is no longer there.

The cell phone on the coffee table was still ringing non-stop, as if to express that the person on the other end of the phone was in a hurry.

Pei Xun paused, took the mobile phone on the coffee table with his slender and fair hand, and pressed the connect button, "Hello?"

"Ah Xun, I have something to ask you, come out and talk about it." There was a woman at the other end of the conversation, and from the title, she should be someone close to the original owner.

"Okay, send me the address." Since he hadn't accepted the memory yet, Pei Xun could only respond like this.

After hanging up the phone, Pei Xun called out Hu Qi.

Hu Qi: "Master Marshal, I have something to do right now. I will transfer the memory of the original owner to your mind. The process may be slow, so don't worry."

Hearing this, Pei Xun raised his hand and pinched the bone between his eyebrows, as if he had a headache, then glanced at the notes on the screen of the phone that had just been hung up from the corner of his eye.

——Meng Lu.